Tag: Woman

I Do Love Buffalo Show

In March 13, 2014 I got to shoot the I Do Love Buffalo Expo, both the event and the runway show. It was a fantastic event with hundreds of people packing the Statler to meet with 40 different LGBT friendly businesses participating. Here are images from the night, which will hopefully be the first of many of these Pride events.

Right On

Exactly.

I understand the government's desire to control what we do, how we act, who we interact with, what we do with our own bodies, etc. I get it. Controlling the populace, especially women, has been one of the main purposes of government since Grog discovered the secret to making and controlling fire, and then the tribe counsel enacted a law by two-thirds majority that fire was far too powerful for every individual to have and Grog was summarily executed for fear that he was conjuring evil spirits, and that is how his food got so tasty.

Or, at least that was what the counsel told everyone. Have they ever released the Grog Files?

No matter. Just because the government wants to control us doesn't mean they should, and what people do with their bodies, with the bodies of those they love, the drugs they might take, the raging rivers they might swim in... the chances they take, and the choices they make belong to each individual and to the individual alone.

As long as those choices and actions do not infringe upon anyone else's pursuit of life, liberty and happiness, no one should have a damn thing to say about them.

Be decent to each other, and be free.

Career Counseling

From July 1, 2008. Another trip to work at the Cleveland VA Hospital, which had to be one of the most depressing and horrible jobs I had done in my years of traveling IT and Project Management.

Mainly, it was government work. No one seemed to care if anything got done, yet complained mercilessly if something didn't work. A contradiction, for sure. But I had a lot of time to talk to the staff and the patients....

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Another Day at a VA.

Days like this frustrate me like no other. An early morning drive to get to a job site to sit around, solve simple issues and basically waste a whole lot of time.

A day of nothing.

It is simply intolerable to me. I feel sucked into this government work mentality… nothing to do? Why do anything? Might as well nap at the desk.

Screw that.

I have too much to do. Unfortunately most of it is at home, in my office. Not here. Not in Cleveland.

I hate clock watching. I hate feeling like I’m trapped and can’t make good use of my time. I hate sitting here thinking about everything that needs to be done, or how much smoother the day would go if only I were in my office helping out where actual work is being done.

Stuck.

No internet, because it’s a VA.

In the interior of the hospital so my cell reception is terrible.

Watching these government workers that OUR TAX DOLLARS are used to pay their salaries spend half of their day doing absolutely nothing and prefer it that way.

Infuriating.

The only time I felt of any use today was helping an elderly man who fell out of his wheelchair while I was on the phone in the lobby.

I’m stationed in this cubicle just waiting for something to happen. Anything. One nurse keeps coming in to ask me if starting a career in Healthcare Informatics would be a good idea.

“You have a degree in nursing?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

“Are you not enjoying nursing?”

“Oh, no! I love it. This is the first time in my life I have a job that I really love!”

She seemed pretty positive about her job...

“Then why do you want to change to Healthcare Informatics?”

“Well, the money.”

“Ok.”

I figured as much.

“Is Healthcare Informatics similar to what you do?” she asked.

“Not quite, but HCI could encompass a lot of things. Mostly though, it’s information management. A lot of database management, dealing with HIPAA compliance issues, maybe even loading and setting up desktop PC’s around the hospital.”

“Ok, ok.”

“I’m not a career counselor, but I can say this; finding a job you really love these days is difficult. If you love your job, the enjoyment of doing something you love might be worth a lot more in the long run that making a few extra dollars.”

I don't know, would you rather take care of patients all day or stare at database queries and tables all day? To have a career that pays ok is one thing – to do something that you love is something completely different. If you’re not loving nursing, then go for it! If you’re ok with nursing and you’re one of those people who swear at their computer every time a dialogue box pops up, you might want to stick with nursing.

Do you want to clean poop off of elderly people or get berated by people every time windows blue-screens like you did it to them as a personal vendetta?

One thing is for sure; if she thinks a career in IT means getting paid to sit in front of a computer all day chatting on IM’s and Facebook, she hasn’t looked into it very much. She’s never built a server rack, or worse, a battery back-up rack! She’s never had to squeeze into a crawl space to pull new network lines and get trapped with an active wasp nest. She’s never had to stand in the blast of a room-sized air-conditioning unit for hours while fixing a server in a network center. She’s never faced the horror of a failed back-up routine discovered only after a hard drive dies and takes all of its data with it. She’s never had to deal with the complaints of people who depend on “geeks” to keep their work systems functioning properly despite the ridiculous actions of software companies, constant security threats from the outside world and litany of bureaucratic nonsense IT departments have to deal with.

Sorry if I’m ranting, but the rant is keeping me awake for the moment.

It’s going on 3PM. There’s a show at the history museum down the street. I think I’m going to call it a day, grab my camera and go see it...

Savoy

Every time I hear the name "Savoy" I always think of Johnny Dangerously.

"There's a message through the Grapevine, Johnny."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Johnny and the Mothers are playing Stompin' at the Savoy in Vermont tonight."

"Vermin's gonna kill my brother at the Savoy Theater tonight!"

"I didn't say that."

"Yeah, but I know this Grapevine."

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Anyway, the Savoy in Buffalo is a new Prohibition Style cocktail bar. Very intimate, and with a gourmet appetizer and drink menu, I would definitely put it on your must try list. Here are some images from the event - and some of my favorite images from any event I've shot so far.

The Chronicles of Etch

Originally from August 31, 2007:

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I am always trying to help out my friends.

For example, out at a bar tonight....

Random Girl: Oh, my back is so sore, I have so many knots that need to be worked out...

Etch: (quickly rubbing her back) I can work out all your knots, baby.

Me: Yeah, if you have your tubes tied, he can probably work out those knots too...

Best. Wing-Man. Ever.

Cover Your Clam!

This is a story from Norman, Oklahoma, originally written on June 21, 2007.

Sometimes when you travel, the good times just happen to be there when you arrive. The great thing is, when you're from out of town as long as you're not a complete douchebag people generally welcome you into their good time, knowing full well you will probably never cross their path again. The combination of not knowing, not caring and drinking way too much often turned what might just be a night out into a night to remember.

I just wonder if she did the next day...

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"Cover Your Clam!"

You know when a woman at a bar says this to her friend, someone has had at least one too many.

And what is the old joke; the matting call of the blond? “Teeheehee, I’m so drunk!”

Yeah, that actually fit quite nicely here.

So the new guy is going to work out just fine. He’s going to fit in very well with our team, in fact. Birds of a feather, I guess. He kept up with our insanity and added to it.

Added a lot to it.

After a nice dinner and flirting with our waitress, she suggested we go to “Louie’s” because that is where everyone from work goes after work. We took that suggestion as a hint, but found it to not be the case. The bar was empty when we walked in. We checked out the main floor, the top floor, and found no one. But we noticed some people coming in and out to use the restroom via a door on the far side of the dining room.

What we found beyond that door was… interesting. To say the least.

We found Kimberly. A very attractive 20’ish young woman who was whooping it up with her friends one last time before... before the big day!

Wedding? No.

Military deployment? No, no.

No, as she told the entire bar many, many times over in a very loud, slurring voice during the next couple of hours that we got to know her, she was heading in for breast augmentation surgery the next morning. Under doctor's orders, she could drink until 11:30, but after that she couldn’t have anything. So she was taking in as much as she could.

When the doctor gave her those instructions I don’t think he had in mind the dozen or so Jagerbombs she drank between 10:30 and 11:30. The guys at the bar didn’t seem to care and I don’t think a single one of them would have turned her down based on the fact she only had a C-Cup stashed in the top of her silky black dress. She was athletically built and very well proportioned – and was apparently about to pay thousands of dollars to turn herself into a real-life Barbie doll…

She didn’t have any problem flirting with every guy in the bar either. Or telling everyone every detail of her life.

Or lifting her dress and showing off her panties – hence her friend yelling at her to... cover her clam.

Kimberly was being “protected” for the evening by her friend Lisa. Lisa is an incredibly attractive Korean woman who herself had very recently blown up her breasts to unnatural and bizarre proportions for her size. Lisa was also military, so she answered all of our questions with “That’s a negative, sir,” and “Affirmative, sir!”

Which made for some unusual conversation in itself.

That and Lisa had to inform me that her first boyfriend shared my first name, and he broke her heart, so upon introduction she immediately viewed me as an asshole.

What a great start to a conversation!

All in all, the night just got ridiculously silly. Kimberly sitting on Bill and Jorge’s laps, describing her breasts, lifting her dress, losing her shoes, sitting and missing her chair…

Something tells me the anesthesiologist got one sniff of her this morning and sent her home.

Typical night out otherwise. They got the attention, I just bought the drinks.